Saturday, August 31, 2013

Eden Daylesford is a sixteen- year
old Nephilim girl stuck smack bang in the middle of a war between angels and
demons. And the bad thing is, she shares both of their blood.

When her mother takes her to the
Michaelite Sanctuary in London to try and get rid of the deadly trait that has
started to appear - one that hasn’t been seen in a long time. It could stop
Eden from forming any sort of relationship with anyone, including the tempting
Asher. Eden has no idea just how powerful she is.

Will she learn to embrace her new
ability and accept her new role, or go back to her old life of an ordinary
human teenager?

Will she be tempted?

The enticing first book in the spin
off novella series to The Legend of the Archangel.
Set after events in The Chronicles of Fire and Ice.

I ran so fast I felt one with the
wind. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.Sooner or later my mother would track me down but until then I’ll enjoy
myself. As I entered the arcade I heard my name.

“Yo, Eden.”

“Eden! You escaped.”

I smiled as I saw my friends
approach. “Yeah I escaped the clutches of the evil demon.”

“You shouldn’t joke about that
stuff, it could be real,” said Zoe innocently. Zoe was my best friend and still
an innocent. Her boyfriend Mike thought he understood all. Even though they
were Nephilim too, I couldn’t let them learn who my father was.

“It is real, Zo. If there are angels,
there are demons. You can’t have one without the other.”

“Who says?” I defended as I retrieve
the air hockey puck out of the slot and place it on the table. It begins
sliding around in a small circle, waiting for me to hit it.

“Says I.” Mike took the position
opposite me and waited. I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. Zoe always says I
do this thing with my eyes that could make every boy swoon, but I don’t believe
it. How could one person’s eyes make someone swoon? As I wacked the air hockey
puck, Mike seemed distracted by something, so the puck sailed straight down
into my goal at his end. The electronic voice announced the score to be one nil
and that seemed to break his reverie.

“Mike, what happened? You were
totally out of it.” Zoe placed a hand on his bicep.

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Yes, you were. You totally let Eden
win.”

“It was just a lucky shot,” I said
in defence. I couldn’t let them think that somehow I had something to do with
Mike’s off-with-the-faeries moment. Did I? It couldn’t be possible. I didn’t
just cause Mike to space out and act as if he and I were the only ones left on
earth? Did I?

“That never happens, baby.”

“Okay, maybe this turn will be
better.” Mike retrieved the puck out of the slot on his side and placed it on
the table, ready to hit. I stood ready, but this time I was the distracted one.
I couldn’t get the feeling out of my head that I had revealed one of my powers
to him. My mother said to never do that. But was it even one of my traits? The
air hockey puck sailed straight under me and landed in his goal. One- all.

“Oh yeah!” Mike hooted, but I didn’t
feel like partying anymore. I walked away from the table.

“Oh, what’s the matter, Eden, afraid
of being beat?”

“No, I just don’t feel like playing
anymore.”

“Oh, come on! We were right in the
middle of a game!”

I walked away ignoring their pleas
as the allure of the hoop game called me over. I had just pushed a token in the
slot and picked up a ball, when I heard my name. But it wasn’t from Mike or
Zoe.

“So this is where you spend your
runaway hours?” I glanced over my shoulder and saw the creep standing behind
me.

“Who are you and what do you want?”

“Don’t you see the family
resemblance?” he smirked.

I turned to take a good look at him,
intrigued. The guy had to be about my mother’s age, maybe a little older and
had the same grey- blue eyes my mother has.

“Uncle Adam?”

“In the flesh. Now lets get out of
here.”

I chuckled as I turned back around
and threw a ball at the highest scoring hoop. It went in. “I am not going
anywhere with you.”

Adam clapped. “Good shot. But its
not surprising, seeing whose blood you carry in your veins.”

“Do you mean yours and Mum’s, or…”

“Lakyn’s?” He finished for her.
“Either way, you have so many abilities you are not even aware of, Eden. And
some of them are quite dangerous.”

“How do you know this?”

“I was there from the moment you
were born. Trust me, I know.”

I tossed another ball in, this time
in a lower scoring hoop and it went in as well. “I’m still not going with you.”
As I picked up a third ball and pushed it towards the hoops, it froze mid- air.
I gasped and looked back at my uncle. He shrugged.

“Game over.”

As he walked away, the ball remained
frozen.

“Wait, how did you do that?” I
asked, glancing back and forth from the ball to him.

“If you come with me, I’ll tell
you.”

“My mother sent you, didn’t she?”

“She might have.”

“So what you just did, can I do
that?”

“Everyone’s traits are different,
but probably. If you come with me, you can find out more.”

“I can’t just leave my friends.”

“Yes, you can. You can always make
new friends.”

I stopped walking and looked at my
friends playing the Daytona. Mike was showing Zoe how to drive, which was
really cute. And then I looked at my uncle, waiting patiently outside the mouth
of the arcade by a black town car. If I stayed, I would never know what my
traits would be, I would never learn how to use them. But I would be a normal
teenager, going to school and hanging out at the arcade with her friends. If I
went with my uncle, I would no longer be normal. I wanted both lives. But the
idea of having amazing powers intrigued me most. In the end I chose door two.
Looking back I regretted leaving my friends. But I knew they would never
understand. I knew deep down that I was made for a higher purpose.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Eden Daylesford is a sixteen- year
old Nephilim girl stuck smack bang in the middle of a war between angels and
demons. And the bad thing is, she shares both of their blood.

When her mother takes her to the
Michaelite Sanctuary in London to try and get rid of the deadly trait that has
started to appear - one that hasn’t been seen in a long time. It could stop
Eden from forming any sort of relationship with anyone, including the tempting
Asher. Eden has no idea just how powerful she is.

Will she learn to embrace her new
ability and accept her new role, or go back to her old life of an ordinary
human teenager?

Will she be tempted?

The enticing first book in the spin
off novella series to The Legend of the Archangel.
Set after events in The Chronicles of Fire and Ice.

I ran so fast I felt one with the
wind. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.Sooner or later my mother would track me down but until then I’ll enjoy
myself. As I entered the arcade I heard my name.

“Yo, Eden.”

“Eden! You escaped.”

I smiled as I saw my friends
approach. “Yeah I escaped the clutches of the evil demon.”

“You shouldn’t joke about that
stuff, it could be real,” said Zoe innocently. Zoe was my best friend and still
an innocent. Her boyfriend Mike thought he understood all. Even though they
were Nephilim too, I couldn’t let them learn who my father was.

“It is real, Zo. If there are angels,
there are demons. You can’t have one without the other.”

“Who says?” I defended as I retrieve
the air hockey puck out of the slot and place it on the table. It begins
sliding around in a small circle, waiting for me to hit it.

“Says I.” Mike took the position
opposite me and waited. I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. Zoe always says I
do this thing with my eyes that could make every boy swoon, but I don’t believe
it. How could one person’s eyes make someone swoon? As I wacked the air hockey
puck, Mike seemed distracted by something, so the puck sailed straight down
into my goal at his end. The electronic voice announced the score to be one nil
and that seemed to break his reverie.

“Mike, what happened? You were
totally out of it.” Zoe placed a hand on his bicep.

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Yes, you were. You totally let Eden
win.”

“It was just a lucky shot,” I said
in defence. I couldn’t let them think that somehow I had something to do with
Mike’s off-with-the-faeries moment. Did I? It couldn’t be possible. I didn’t
just cause Mike to space out and act as if he and I were the only ones left on
earth? Did I?

“That never happens, baby.”

“Okay, maybe this turn will be
better.” Mike retrieved the puck out of the slot on his side and placed it on
the table, ready to hit. I stood ready, but this time I was the distracted one.
I couldn’t get the feeling out of my head that I had revealed one of my powers
to him. My mother said to never do that. But was it even one of my traits? The
air hockey puck sailed straight under me and landed in his goal. One- all.

“Oh yeah!” Mike hooted, but I didn’t
feel like partying anymore. I walked away from the table.

“Oh, what’s the matter, Eden, afraid
of being beat?”

“No, I just don’t feel like playing
anymore.”

“Oh, come on! We were right in the
middle of a game!”

I walked away ignoring their pleas
as the allure of the hoop game called me over. I had just pushed a token in the
slot and picked up a ball, when I heard my name. But it wasn’t from Mike or
Zoe.

“So this is where you spend your
runaway hours?” I glanced over my shoulder and saw the creep standing behind
me.

“Who are you and what do you want?”

“Don’t you see the family
resemblance?” he smirked.

I turned to take a good look at him,
intrigued. The guy had to be about my mother’s age, maybe a little older and
had the same grey- blue eyes my mother has.

“Uncle Adam?”

“In the flesh. Now lets get out of
here.”

I chuckled as I turned back around
and threw a ball at the highest scoring hoop. It went in. “I am not going
anywhere with you.”

Adam clapped. “Good shot. But its
not surprising, seeing whose blood you carry in your veins.”

“Do you mean yours and Mum’s, or…”

“Lakyn’s?” He finished for her.
“Either way, you have so many abilities you are not even aware of, Eden. And
some of them are quite dangerous.”

“How do you know this?”

“I was there from the moment you
were born. Trust me, I know.”

I tossed another ball in, this time
in a lower scoring hoop and it went in as well. “I’m still not going with you.”
As I picked up a third ball and pushed it towards the hoops, it froze mid- air.
I gasped and looked back at my uncle. He shrugged.

“Game over.”

As he walked away, the ball remained
frozen.

“Wait, how did you do that?” I
asked, glancing back and forth from the ball to him.

“If you come with me, I’ll tell
you.”

“My mother sent you, didn’t she?”

“She might have.”

“So what you just did, can I do
that?”

“Everyone’s traits are different,
but probably. If you come with me, you can find out more.”

“I can’t just leave my friends.”

“Yes, you can. You can always make
new friends.”

I stopped walking and looked at my
friends playing the Daytona. Mike was showing Zoe how to drive, which was
really cute. And then I looked at my uncle, waiting patiently outside the mouth
of the arcade by a black town car. If I stayed, I would never know what my
traits would be, I would never learn how to use them. But I would be a normal
teenager, going to school and hanging out at the arcade with her friends. If I
went with my uncle, I would no longer be normal. I wanted both lives. But the
idea of having amazing powers intrigued me most. In the end I chose door two.
Looking back I regretted leaving my friends. But I knew they would never
understand. I knew deep down that I was made for a higher purpose.

Book Description:
Surviving these trials is not easy, especially for Amelia, who is being stalked
by shadowy beings only she can see. They're searching for people they can
physically touch, because only those they can touch can see them. Amelia soon
learns why she is being stalked when she accidentally harms her best friend
with fire during the third trial. Fire is a witch's signature. The shadows are
after witches.

Now Amelia must decide what to do: should she continue on her path to
profession knowing there is no redemption, or should she give up on her dream
and turn away from Cathedral Reims in order to stop the shadows who plan
to destroy everything she loves?

Amber Skye Forbes is a
dancing writer who prefers pointe shoes over street shoes, leotards over
skirts, and ballet buns over other hairstyles. She loves striped tights
and bows and will edit your face with a Sharpie if she doesn't like your
attitude. She lives in Augusta,
Georgia where
she writes dark fiction that will one day put her in a psychiatric
ward...again. But she doesn't care because her cat is a super hero who will
break her out.

While darkness haunts her, she craves the light. Christina is
a demon, but she doesn't want to be. She is willing to sacrifice everything to
change it. Only one person stands in her way, and he will stop at nothing to
keep her the way she is.

The greatest battle of light vs dark threatens every living
creature, a battle that could destroy all. And the demon in love will only have
one chance to save everyone.

Konstanz Silverbow
has always been a dreamer . . . but not a writer. Being an author was something
she was dragged into. But since that day, she hasn't stopped. It has become
more than a hobby, it is a passion.

During
the day Konstanz works, making jewelry, playing the violin,
collecting dragons, and learning all she can about medieval
weapons. But at night she creates made up worlds and places where those
dragons come to life and the weapons are used in battle."

Roseanna
- Ana - French was happy with her life. Sure she had to move to a strange new
town and live in a creepy new house that had inexplicable cold spots, but she
could live with that. What she couldn’t deal with was the relentless tapping
inside the walls at night, the sinister shadows in the halls or the spirit crawling
its way beneath her skin.

Airicka Phoenix is the best-selling author of The Touch Saga, Games of
Fire, Octavian's Undoing & The Lost Girl Series with short stories in
Whispered Beginnings: A Clever Fiction Anthology and Midnight Surrender
Anthology. She also writes adult paranormal & contemporary romance under
her alter ego, Morgana Phoenix.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Becoming Invisible is the third book The Alaskan Heart Saga,
a Contemporary New Adult Series about finding unexpected love and a woman’s
fight for survival.

Passion.
..Obsession. ..Love…Loss.

When fire
consumes the Carlisle’s home and an obsessed serial killer continues to hunt
Nicole and her family, Dylan and Bradley realize the only way to keep them
alive is to help them become… invisible

Best Selling Author Tiffany Carmouche has been
given the title, The Queen of The Cliffhanger and BestUnknown Author You Need to Discover. When Tiffany Carmouché
is not writing suspenseful romance novels, you can find her sculpting,
traveling, teaching, singing, dancing, escaping in music or enjoying her
family.

From skydiving in Alaska to scuba diving in
Hawaii, Carmouché has traveled the world seeking adventure and it is apparent
in the books she writes. Her adventures include riding camels in Africa,
swimming under the stars in Puerto Rico, dancing salsa in Ecuador, and walking
the cobblestone roads of Assisi, Italy. She has also found fulfillment working
with the disabled and orphans in Argentina and Mexico. Her most cherished
moments, however, have been watching her two beautiful daughters grow and
strive to accomplish their own dreams.

Despite all of these amazing experiences, she
has survived many struggles. There was a time she felt defeated, but now she is
recommitted to savoring experiences both in the novels she writes and in the
life she lives each day. Her secret hope is that anyone who is struggling will
realize there is a light at the end of the tunnel and no matter how hard the
fight, no matter how many times they have been knocked down, it is always worth
staggering up to their feet and learning to breathe again. Please visit my
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Do you have a story to tell? Have you ever thought
about writing a novel? Tiffany Carmouche will be teaching the fall class
'It is Time for You to Tell Your Story' Registration for the fall
workshop will be opening up soon. Limited spots. If you are interested
in having information sent to you please email us at
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Sunday, August 25, 2013

Allison Stafford is fourteen. As if that is not enough to
deal with in itself, her parents suddenly move her from her small town in Vermont to suburban Michigan, all in the middle of her freshman
year of high school. For Allison, there is more to learn at her new school than
just finding her way around. Soon she is attempting to make sense of her newly
discovered sexuality, and wondering what it takes to fit in with the
"cool" people at her school. Despite tragedy and several mistakes,
Allison manages to survive. This novel leads the reader through the murky
depths of high school, and reminds us all of the importance of true friendship.

4. I don't take pictures, although I can see if I can add
one eventually.

5. Tara is always in
the middle of something. Right now, that "something" includes a YA
novel called "How Quick Bright Things" and a fantasy novel that is
nearly done but has no title. In addition to writing, she loves to read.
Her favorite author of all time is Courtney Summers. She thinks you should
probably read her instead! No one captures high school better.

Tara is always in the
middle of something. Right now, that "something" includes a YA novel
called "How Quick Bright Things" and a fantasy novel that is nearly
done but has no title. In addition to writing, she loves to read. Her favorite
author of all time is Courtney Summers. She thinks you should probably read her
instead! No one captures high school better.

Bayberry Hill
Park was half an hour from Bethlehem in the small town of Castleton. The park was vast, with hiking
trails, campgrounds and a stable. We parked near the entrance to the hiking
trails. Patrick grabbed some maps from the information desk and we walked into
the forest. It was the beginning of May and everything was green. The forest
smelled fresh, like it had just woken from a long sleep, and the trees were at
full. It was dark inside the trees, since very little light made its way
through the leaves. We were on a well-beaten dirt path. We stopped at a
clearing and sat down. Rachel and Patrick sat on a log, with their backs to the
trail. Tim and I leaned against a tree, sitting in the damp grass.

“Hey, Tim, what
happened last night?” Rachel asked. “We really didn’t get to talk about it.
What’s up with Brian and Angie?”

Tim sighed,
shrugged, and looked at Rachel. “You know how they are. Angie feels like she
might not have Brian’s complete attention, so she invents a tragedy. There is
always something. I don’t know. I don’t even know why I bother hanging around
them anymore.”

“Why do you?”
Patrick asked.

“Well, Brian’s
my best friend. I’ve known him since we were both kids. We live only a few
blocks from each other and used to do everything together. When Angie’s family
moved in, the three of us became inseparable. Angie got breasts, though, and
Brian stopped thinking about anything else. I don’t really have anyone but
Brian anymore,” Tim explained.

“Tim and I have
been hanging out with them forever,” Rachel added. “There used to be five of
us, but it’s a long story. The point is we feel obligated to still hang out
with them, even though they’re totally pathetic.”

Patrick nodded.
“Yeah, I understand. Everyone has people like that.” I wondered to myself if I
knew anyone like that. I supposed there had been people back home, but I
couldn’t think of anyone in particular.

“So, who’s up
for hiking?” Patrick asked. Rachel stood up, wiping dirt off her butt and
reached for his hand.

“You guys go
ahead,” I offered, knowing Rachel was hoping to spend time alone with Patrick.
Tim and I got up, wet from the grass, and walked away from the clearing into a
large open field. He took off his jacket and laid it on the ground for me to
sit on. I lay down, facing the sky and closed my eyes. Tim lay down next to me,
on his side, so he was leaning over me. He kissed me quickly, softly, and lay
back on the ground. We stayed there staring at the sky, not speaking, for a few
minutes. He pointed out clouds to me and I smiled, breathing in the warm,
spring air. I turned over on my side, so I was looking at him, and played with
his hair.

“I’m so glad
you didn’t wear your hat. You have the coolest hair,” I said.

“Thanks, I
think,” he laughed. “You’re so awesome. You’re not like anyone else.”

“You’re joking,
right? I am so much like everyone else. I’m boring and plain and I can’t do
anything.”

“That’s not
true. You’re beautiful, funny, and really smart. I could tell you were smart
the first time I met you. I know I never talked to you much, but I listened.”

I thanked him,
blushing. I did not handle compliments well, mostly because I did not get them
often.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Jordan Carlisle
is a young, career driven woman with a passion for life and family.Her world is suddenly altered by both death
and love when she is torn between family loyalty and a chance at happiness with
the man who holds her in her dreams.Will time and technology bring her and the handsome stranger together or
will the powerful forces that have plagued her since childhood keep them apart?

Gregory Riley
has kept a secret most of his life to avoid discovery.Now he is on a quest to find the person who
can change his life, forever.He knows
her face, her touch and her voice; but nothing more.He uses clues, from his dreams, to find both
her and a timeless love that defies explanation.In spite of the darkness working to keep them
apart, can he get to her first and help her “remember”?

Jordan and Gregory discover a deep connection in the ability
to encroach on one another’s dreams of both past and present. Together, they
learn that their lives have crossed time and time again, only to end
tragically.Guided by an unearthly
visionary and help from those who have gone before, they are given clues and
revelations to uncover their place in history.In order to stay together, they must discover where fate went astray,
who is responsible and where they fit in to the ancient prophesy.Working side-by-side, they seek to unlock the
hidden powers and mysteries that will defeat the darkness in this life and
allow them to be together, forever.Will
love finally prevail or will the darkness win again?

Cynthia
P. O’Neill grew up in Clewiston, Florida and moved to Central Florida
to attend college.There, she married
her friend, love, and soul mate and still resides there with their amazing son,
and a feisty, four-legged little boy.

In her books,
Cynthia draws on her background in healthcare and business, along with her
husband’s engineering knowledge.

Several years
after she got married, she started dreaming about the characters in I Remember.It took eight years before she decided that
it needed to be told.With the encouragement
of family and friends, she decided to bring Jordan and Gregory to life in a
series of Young Adult, Paranormal Romances with a Historical bent.I
Remember is the first book in the Remembrance series.

Cynthia’s first
book is geared towards the Young Adult, Historical and Paranormal Romance fans.
She does hope to grow as a writer and write in multiple genres.Her second series; is a steamy romance called
Learning to Trust, part of the
Learning Series, coming out in August.

She
tries to make her writing very personal and close to her heart. Regular life is
the inspiration for her books, but her imagination takes them to new heights,
opening up possibilities that would normally not exist.

I
wandered along a path as the sun began to set across the horizon, lighting the
sky with deep hues of orange, purple and pinks.I didn’t know where I was, but the countryside was simply breathtaking.

“Angeline,
where are you?”A familiar male voice
called out.

“Come
find me, Daniel,” she announced playfully, in the distance.

Finding
no one else around, I decided to head their way to ask for directions.

“Where are you hiding, my love?You know I will find you; and when I do, I
will smother you with kisses,” he responded, full of laughter.

Their voices led me to a beautiful
meadow filled with spring flowers and the sound of a river in the
distance.They were dressed in Victorian
fare, running playfully until Daniel caught the girl who must have been
Angeline. They fell to the ground together, laughing, near a tall tree.

As I walked toward them, I watched
Daniel lean in to kiss Angeline softly on the lips, her hands circling around
his neck and pulling him closer.I
stopped in my tracks feeling like I had invaded a private moment, but I still
needed directions in order to return home.

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to intrude
but I could really use your help,” I stated softly, so not alarm them.

They continued, without even a
glance my way.How rude.I cleared my
throat loudly and spoke again, but no answer.

I was frustrated.How
could they not hear me?

Suddenly, the landscape began to
twist and shift into something dark and evil.I tried to turn and run but found myself unable to move.My heart began beating erratically as fear
set in.

A tall figure appeared before me
with ghostly shadows swirling and moaning around it.It was dressed in the darkest cloak I’d ever
seen, with the hood draped in such a way as to cast shadows across the few
visible areas of the face, making it impossible to see who or what it was.

An arm rose revealing long willowy
fingers, aged and deformed and pointed at me.A sadistic female voice bellowed, “I warn you.Do not seek him out!The prophecy must not come to pass.If you defy me, I will make your life a
living hell, taking all that you hold dear.”

That’s
when the figure’s head tilted up and her glowing red eyes locked onto mine,
sending a chill down my spine.Then the
shadows began to swirl around my body, suffocating me.

“STOP!”The scream came from nowhere, catching me by
surprise.

“LEAVE
HER ALONE!”This time I recognized a
man’s voice.

One
of the shadows grabbed my arm and a piercing, “NOOOO” sounded, from deep within
my chest, echoing off all that was around me.

My
eyes shot open, as I bolted upright in bed.I looked around and realized I was in my bedroom.

I
reached for the light. Turning it on, I tried to catch my breath.My only thought was that the dreams were back
and they were worse.I’d seen a witch
spirit previously, but not to this extent.

Wrapping
my arms around my chest to calm myself, I felt a sharp pain on my right
arm.I looked down to see the reddened
hand print, where the dark shadow had grabbed me, slowly fading from
existence.What the heck?